Setting this up seemed mean
and was judged to be so
for it seemed to demean
Manawydan living in a dream
landscape with the life
conjured out of it like a flat plane
They moved across, Rhiannon,
Pryderi, Cigfa and he
chasing shadows to an enchanted fountain.
Against such powerful magic: a small
gesture enacted on this scaffold
quietly, determinedly, a model
Of spell-breaking – no fires on
the astral plane but calculated
unconcern in the face of persuasion
And a firm grip on a small thing
for a great purpose: he would
release into the world again
a woman in an asses collar;
make the rivers flow again,
awaken form to its true nature:
Mouse to pregnant woman,
stabled horse to a mare running free,
changes real magic causes to happen.
